saying "bye-bye" all you hard-core villains. chorus x 2 i wish i was just a little bit like you Letra

Cheer Up Peru - Eleven Twelve

Cheer Up Peru 1 - 54-40

Cheer Up Peru 2 - 54.40

Goodbye 119 - Flame

They just shot my cousin fam right here in front of my face

Two in his back and one in his face

He still bleeding

Wake up cuz

Breathe homie breathe

This ain't the time for you to leave homie please

I called the police

They ain't here yet

He's laying here helpless

His shirt is real wet

I never thought that I would see this day

My lil cousin a leave this way

He was only 18

He had dreams of leaving the game

Leaving the cane alone

He was seeking to change

He just wanted to stack bread

Buy his moms a Benz and baby sisters a brand new bed

Please tell me God'll let him in

He had a hard life

Tell me God'll forgive him for his sin

Tell me God got his angel back

And that he got his wings

And he ain't gotta deal with no more pain

My cousin had a good heart

I know God knew

Tell my peeps was a good dude

Tell me, Flame, it'll be okay

If we just pray and I'll see his face again one day

My cousin wasn't perfect, nobody is

I know he fulfilled his purpose

We all God's kids

He left me here to live in the sky

And I don't wanna say bye

Why I gotta say[Chorus:]

Goodbye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye

I don't wanna say

Goodbye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye

See I don't wanna say

Goodbye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye

I don't wanna say

Goodbye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye ByeI know it's real hard to say bye

See I can't answer why

Bu I know that we don't live in the sky

And I know that we don't get wings

God doesn't get angels back

In fact we human beings

See, God can't let us in

And He won't let us in Heaven

Unless we have His perfection

Yea he might've had a hard life

But if you not in a non stop relationship with Christ

That changes the way that you act and think

And putting off the old man

As he's becoming extinct

Then you can't think that you and God are cool

It's written in the Bible dude

We can't break the rules

And nobody has a good heart

In God's eyes

Nobody's good enough

His standards too high

Ain't no hope if you die in your sin

I don't know if you'll see him again it all depends[Chorus][Vamp:]

I know it's hard

To say goodbye

To someone close to you

In your life

Where do I go from here?

What do I do?

So many questions

So little answersI thought that God was a god of love

This is feeling like hate

He allowed this to happen

You can't say this a mistake

How can a God full of mercy and grace

Let a kid 18 catch a slug in the faceI know it's hard to see God's love at a time like this

To see your little cuz die like this

Remember this the same God who allows the life to be taken

Will awake him but Christ would've

Had to have been that mans Lord and Savior

In order to be with the Lord who made us

But the questions ain't why did he die in the game

You let his death be in vain if you die the sameI'm tired Flame, cause the pain is deep

I been trying for years for the Lord to change me

I'm angry can I go where it's good at?

I always thought I'd die right here where the hood at[Chorus]

Little Friend (feat. Bun B) - Gucci Mane

OKAY!

Fuck it, I don't care.

The Appeal!

When I fucking came to this fucking country,

All I had was a dollar and a dream.[Verse 1:]

We need more Rosé, My bitches gettin' thristy,

My words like New Years, Christmas came early, (BuRR!)

Got these bitches urling, my earring's perfect,

My left pinkey finger rolling like George Gervin,

My name ain't Ervin, but call me Magic.

Abra Cadabra, top off the Phathom,

458 Italia, first in the states, out of town plates, just to make it look great.

I need a haircut, plus a carwash.

I get out the car and they take their bra's off.

See I fought the law and the fuckin law won,

Came back on Appeal wanna new outcome,

Overload your eardrumbs, hear it hear it come!

Income Income, go and get you sum.

Say bye to the Bad guy, Wave bye to the Bad guy, Gucci Mane the bad guy.

Yes, I am the Bad guy, Wave bye to the Bad guy.[Chorus:]

I came to this country with a dollar and a dream and a choppa and a team full of killas, what you mean?

Imma bad guy, bad guy from start til the end

Say hello to my little friend

I couldve been a doctor, shouldve been a lawyer

I go to court so much I couldve been my own employer

Imma die a dope boy, always been a hustla,

Started off custom now I (Say hello to my little friend)[Verse 2 - Bun B:]

.......[Chorus:][Verse 3:]

I got 60 racks laying on the floor in magic city

Like Samuel L Jackson I think it's time for killing

I touched his wife titty and the nigga start tripping

That ain't proper etiquette you see the bitch strippingAR-15 whipped his ass into pieces

Don't get it twisted think it's all about the pieces

And all about the bracelets

I'm still fighting cases

10 thousand for the glasses

Diamonds in they faces (BuRR, BuRR)Your own blood taste it

We stomp you till you tasteless

My t-shirt ain't tailored...You read what is said - bitch

Brick squad bossman off with you head - bitch

Run for the exitThey shooting inside here

Parking lot gun fight bodies outside here

Police best bet come with the riot gear

Soldiers down to die hereMove to America

Dollar and a dream and a donor picture, tear it up

Drinking And Learning - Magnanimous Lethal

Core Audience - Ras Kass

Quiet down, quiet down..

Now listen, now listen..[Verse 1]Hip Hop!

?? to the bop perputratin' Left Eye

and the .22's, .45's, uzis, techs and 9's

but can you rhyme though?

Cuz niggaz went overboard with straps and just subtract that

most of 'em can barely rap worth jack shiiiit!

We all lick shots wit' unregistered burners

and at one time or another played Ike Turner

Ain't shit to be braggin' for ass backwards actors pack gats for show and tell

So they can sell and certify gold, chart billboard claimin' they killed more niggaz

Underground hardcore. But far more mainstream than Hammer

poppin' trunks, stuffin' pumps

and smokin' blunts sells more records than "Pumps & a Bump"

Violence is a new platinum gimmick

Call it the double cross crossover

A rose by any other name is "Seal"

you claimin' that you "represent the real niggaz life"

but only represent it for a price

Cuz if next week the new fad was hiphop fags

you'd find a lot of hardcore niggaz in DRAG

Shit is bad and we acknowledge this but at a certain point you only perpetuate it

So NEXT TIME you rhyme about physically buckin' somebody

[POW!] instead of "nigga" say "whiteboy"

and see how quick the devil PROTEST it

wanna see yo' ass ARRESTED, your label wouldn't SUGGEST it

They say it's BEST if you stick to killin' niggaz

o some 10-year old can claim he pimps ho's

find his daddy's glock 9 and give his sister a 2 inch hole

between the eyes -- the influence is obvious

Music ain't supposed to be raisin' your kids but in 1995 it is

I know it is -- ?? goes from ghetto to gettin' mo' dough

but silly ass niggaz need to know [need to know]

That before it makes dollars it must make sense

I kick my shit for the core audience[Chorus]For the core audience I kick the artform shit [x6](Cut of speaker talking)

"We ARE the music industry and we have to take control

You strip the BLOOD of the Black community

and you feel we have now right now to say something about it?!"[Verse 2]Now niggaz always reminisce about the old school days in the park

you have to realize hiphop was fucked from the start

When Sugar Hill got major distribution threatned existence

we didn't control our shit once rap became a music business

Music: the art of expression, combinations of tones

Business: the explotation for profit of an artform

Conflict of interest, two seperate entities

Niggaz pretend to be real but still sleeping with the enemy

and not to diss Rick Rubin but who let the jews in?

Our only solution create our own institution

Manufacturing, marketing, production and distribution cuz Blacks are 99% consumers

[For example]

Now "rapper X" got skills his band "producer of the year"

got a distribution deal with "Real Records"

"Real Records" is a subsidiary of "Ruben Tony Inc."

"Ruben Tony" is owned by "Poly/Sony"

"Poly/Sony" distributes to the record store

the record store receives the product from the manufacturer

[but wait there's more]

Now the manufacturer fucks the record store

who was fuckin' "Poly/Sony" who was fuckin' "Ruben Tony"

"Ruben's" robbin' "Real" who's fuckin' "producer of the year"

and "rapper X" is still broke, so who got fucked the most?

The artist creates the market but receives the least profits

it started in the streets but got FUCKED by the office

So that's why I remain anonymous

symbolic of cuttin' out the middle man and keepin' mine autonomous

I'd rather be major on a minor than minor on a major label

I'm willin' and able to put your label on my choppin' table

recycle Black dollars but not go pop and if I flop

at least I stayed true to hip-hop[Chorus]

Vide Cor Meum 4 - Sarah Brightman

Six Pack Ago - Steve Wariner

I Can't Lose - Bow Wow

[Intro:]

Haha let's go

Yeah uh uh uh yeah

I know ya'll can hear that

Just need to holla at ya'll for a minute y'kno

Let ya'll know that I'm still here

And I'm gon always be here

Makin these hits after hit

It ain't gon stop[verse 1:]

I can't lose

I been in this game for too long

Ya'll, I ain't gonna take mine

I'm sayin

I can't lose

I'm the very best

And I'm gon be the very best for a long time and

I can't lose

Ya'll cats just waggin along my tail

Ya'll can't carry my bone

I'm sayin

I can't lose

I'm the top dawg of them all

And you know I'm takin it home

[verse 1:]

Sony plays me when I'm up in the station

All of a sudden they got me up in hot rotation

As soon as I see 'em yeah I act like I they lil brother

But I can't get no sauce on the XXL cover

That's why I call myself the man

Name me one rap cat who sold out Madison Square (Bow Wow)

But Janet Michael

And a couple of rock acts who don't know crap about rap

All these lil rap cats is here because of me

All them bubblegum raps is about to see

Swing on tour

Came up outta the ceiling

Teasin these girls eyes

But they was feelin over this lil rap villain[chorus][verse 2:]

I can't lose

Don't matter who I'm facin

The number one

Under 21 artist in this nation

The rhyme writer

All the young girls like him

Fellas wanna be like him

I got 'em like Pied Piper

Follow my paw print

Whatever ya'll print in the magazines is nonsense

Stop all this

Yakkety yakkin

The fact that nobody rappin

Can stack 'em up to the ceiling

Like 30,000 a building now

You got Jigga, Ja, Nelly, Nas, Eminem, and Kiss

I'm representin for all the kids now

Say that I'm braggin

But no other rapper in my age bracket

Is makin it happen the way that I made it happen[chorus][verse 3:]

You think it's easy don't ya

Wanna be Weezy don't ya

I'm a performer homie

You just take it easy won't ya

From Nickelodeon shows to BET

I'm approachin the podium

Vouchers votin for me

Cuz

I keep it real wit 'em

Everytime I deal wit 'em

They bounced wit me from the start

And I'm still wit 'em

I got the keys to cities I never heard of

And every inner city kid got me turned up

Wit the CD on replay

So the he say she say don't affect me

No way

I go on day to day

And continue to make money

Make music make movies

You can never take this from me[chorus]Aww, there you have it

Ladies and Gentlemen

Just had to talk to ya'll for a minute y'know

Spit at the fans

Spit at the people

You know what I'm sayin

Just let them know what's goin on

But uh we gon ride it out like this though

If you know it

Sing it wit meI can't lose

I Can't Lose 3 - Lil' Bow Wow

[Intro:]

Haha let's go

Yeah uh uh uh yeah

I know ya'll can hear that

Just need to holla at ya'll for a minute y'kno

Let ya'll know that I'm still here

And I'm gon always be here

Makin these hits after hit

It ain't gon stop[verse 1:]

I can't lose

I been in this game for too long

Ya'll, I ain't gonna take mine

I'm sayin

I can't lose

I'm the very best

And I'm gon be the very best for a long time and

I can't lose

Ya'll cats just waggin along my tail

Ya'll can't carry my bone

I'm sayin

I can't lose

I'm the top dawg of them all

And you know I'm takin it home

[verse 1:]

Sony plays me when I'm up in the station

All of a sudden they got me up in hot rotation

As soon as I see 'em yeah I act like I they lil brother

But I can't get no sauce on the XXL cover

That's why I call myself the man

Name me one rap cat who sold out Madison Square (Bow Wow)

But Janet Michael

And a couple of rock acts who don't know crap about rap

All these lil rap cats is here because of me

All them bubblegum raps is about to see

Swing on tour

Came up outta the ceiling

Teasin these girls eyes

But they was feelin over this lil rap villain[chorus][verse 2:]

I can't lose

Don't matter who I'm facin

The number one

Under 21 artist in this nation

The rhyme writer

All the young girls like him

Fellas wanna be like him

I got 'em like Pied Piper

Follow my paw print

Whatever ya'll print in the magazines is nonsense

Stop all this

Yakkety yakkin

The fact that nobody rappin

Can stack 'em up to the ceiling

Like 30,000 a building now

You got Jigga, Ja, Nelly, Nas, Eminem, and Kiss

I'm representin for all the kids now

Say that I'm braggin

But no other rapper in my age bracket

Is makin it happen the way that I made it happen[chorus][verse 3:]

You think it's easy don't ya

Wanna be Weezy don't ya

I'm a performer homie

You just take it easy won't ya

From Nickelodeon shows to BET

I'm approachin the podium

Vouchers votin for me

Cuz

I keep it real wit 'em

Everytime I deal wit 'em

They bounced wit me from the start

And I'm still wit 'em

I got the keys to cities I never heard of

And every inner city kid got me turned up

Wit the CD on replay

So the he say she say don't affect me

No way

I go on day to day

And continue to make money

Make music make movies

You can never take this from me[chorus][outro:]

Aww, there you have it

Ladies and Gentlemen

Just had to talk to ya'll for a minute y'know

Spit at the fans

Spit at the people

You know what I'm sayin

Just let them know what's goin on

But uh we gon ride it out like this though

If you know it

Sing it wit meI can't lose

Where I Used To Have A Heart - Martina McBride

Cinderblocks For Shoes - Self

Boom Bye Bye - Aesop Rock

I'm about to be a millionaire

Money on the street, like doves

Hustlin my lyrics like drugs, I find it bug

Muthaf**kas always gotta lock the safe, but they don't do jay

But anyway, it's another day, another dollar to earn, more weed to burn

I learn, muthaf**kas are jealous

Listenin to what they tell us, but don't matter what fellas

I figure this, niggas want Buck to get nigga-rice

Bigger miss, while I'm kickin this

You miss, I can put you on the list, in the studio to make hits

Cuz all it takes is a whip, for you to flip

Jock what I got, clock what I got

But you don't got what I got, watch the block

Listenin to grill chill, make you feel like you wanna get in my shit

Sip my dick, do it straw what for, while you war wit war

War only make money for niggas who think, dummy

You got your window wide open like it's sunny outside

Sleep nigga, boom bye bye[Chorus]

Boom bye bye to a sound bwoy in

The shot ti fly now that sound bwoy lie dead

Two shots dead to dem chin, enemy or friend

Fake the funk, I put the junk to a muthaf**kin endListen to, me and you

Won On Won like Tek-N-Steele, f**k ya whole crew

Forty millimeter shells in the heater well

Look like ya niggas gotta be the first to bail

Just because ya niggas from jail, just came home

To flip, back up in the jail cell, to sit

And roam, now I got a kite from my little nigga CapponeTellin me the jail wars on, I know, I was listenin to po-po

Tell 'em niggas it was on a long time ago

Gather up the firearms to bomb, ring the alarm

Cuz shit get slippery and sweaty palms, so I gotta remain calm

Gather up my thoughts so I don't go wrong

Plan to move too smooth, you think you got me

Weak tar in copy, fake villain, who the f**k you killin?

I'm willin, to bet, you think you in it, but your street is still a vet

Slapped and tried, boom bye bye[Chorus]Although when I come, I come abstract

Most people get it whenever they play it back

Black or book you read, or a hook you said

BD get stuck up in ya head, say it in the bed

BD, BD, BD, up in ya zone, BD, BD, BD, breakin ya bones

But, no matter what, I never break into ya home

Cuz your house is not a home, if you don't got chrome

Now, you follow me and you don't ask how

Well, as a leader, I'mma make you play the background

Mercenary, but I'm merciless and when I bust, I bust to hit

Will lie in the mist, and you hear it twist, of somebody cap

Steady bustin in the front, and got hit in the back

Thought it couldn't happen, just cuz you was strappin

Bullets hit the wind, and descend to detonate, target chest plate

Blow up the earthquake, can't wait to demonstrate

The force of the one two roll wit I

Sleep thought you slept, boom bye bye[Chorus 2X]

Boom Bye Bye 1 - Buckshot

[Buckshot]

I'm about to be a millionaire

Money on the street, like doves

Hustlin my lyrics like drugs, I find it bug

Muthafuckas always gotta lock the safe, but they don't do jay

But anyway, it's another day, another dollar to earn, more weed to burn

I learn, muthafuckas are jealous

Listenin to what they tell us, but don't matter what fellas

I figure this, niggas want Buck to get nigga-rice

Bigger miss, while I'm kickin this

You miss, I can put you on the list, in the studio to make hits

Cuz all it takes is a whip, for you to flip

Jock what I got, clock what I got

But you don't got what I got, watch the block

Listenin to grill chill, make you feel like you wanna get in my shit

Sip my dick, do it straw what for, while you war wit war

War only make money for niggas who think, dummy

You got your window wide open like it's sunny outside

Sleep nigga, boom bye bye[Chorus: Top Dog Big Kahuna]

Boom bye bye to a sound bwoy in

The shot ti fly now that sound bwoy lie dead

Two shots dead to dem chin, enemy or friend

Fake the funk, I put the junk to a muthafuckin end[Buckshot]

Listen to, me and you

Won On Won like Tek-N-Steele, fuck ya whole crew

Forty millimeter shells in the heater well

Look like ya niggas gotta be the first to bail

Just because ya niggas from jail, just came home

To flip, back up in the jail cell, to sit

And roam, now I got a kite from my little nigga Cappone

Tellin me the jail wars on, I know, I was listenin to po-po

Tell 'em niggas it was on a long time ago

Gather up the firearms to bomb, ring the alarm

Cuz shit get slippery and sweaty palms, so I gotta remain calm

Gather up my thoughts so I don't go wrong

Plan to move too smooth, you think you got me

Weak tar in copy, fake villain, who the fuck you killin?

I'm willin, to bet, you think you in it, but your street is still a vet

Slapped and tried, boom bye bye[Chorus][Buckshot]

Although when I come, I come abstract

Most people get it whenever they play it back

Black or book you read, or a hook you said

BD get stuck up in ya head, say it in the bed

BD, BD, BD, up in ya zone, BD, BD, BD, breakin ya bones

But, no matter what, I never break into ya home

Cuz your house is not a home, if you don't got chrome

Now, you follow me and you don't ask how

Well, as a leader, I'mma make you play the background

Mercenary, but I'm merciless and when I bust, I bust to hit

Will lie in the mist, and you hear it twist, of somebody cap

Steady bustin in the front, and got hit in the back

Thought it couldn't happen, just cuz you was strappin

Bullets hit the wind, and descend to detonate, target chest plate

Blow up the earthquake, can't wait to demonstrate

The force of the one two roll wit I

Sleep thought you slept, boom bye bye[Chorus 2X]

Bye, Bye, Brasil - Chico Buarque

Oi, coração

Não dá pra falar muito não

Espera passar o avião

Assim que o inverno passar

Eu acho que vou te buscar

Aqui tá fazendo calor

Deu pane no ventilador

Já tem fliperama em Macau

Tomei a costeira em Belém do Pará

Puseram uma usina no mar

Talvez fique ruim pra pescar

Meu amorNo Tocantins

O chefe dos Parintintins

Vidrou na minha calça Lee

Eu vi uns patins pra você

Eu vi um Brasil na tevê

Capaz de cair um toró

Estou me sentindo tão só

Oh, tenha dó de mim

Pintou uma chance legal

Um lance lá na capital

Nem tem que ter ginasial

Meu amorNo Tabariz

O som é que nem os Bee Gees

Dancei com uma dona infeliz

Que tem um tufão nos quadris

Tem um japonês trás de mim

Eu vou dar um pulo em Manaus

Aqui tá quarenta e dois graus

O sol nunca mais vai se pôr

Eu tenho saudades da nossa canção

Saudades de roça e sertão

Bom mesmo é ter um caminhão

Meu amorBaby, bye bye

Abraços na mãe e no pai

Eu acho que vou desligar

As fichas já vão terminar

Eu vou me mandar de trenó

Pra Rua do Sol, Maceió

Peguei uma doença em Ilhéus

Mas já tô quase bom

Em março vou pro Ceará

Com a benção do meu orixá

Eu acho bauxita por lá

Meu amorBye bye, Brasil

A última ficha caiu

Eu penso em vocês night and day

Explica que tá tudo okay

Eu só ando dentro da lei

Eu quero voltar, podes crer

Eu vi um Brasil na tevê

Peguei uma doença em Belém

Agora já tá tudo bem

Mas a ligação tá no fim

Tem um japonês trás de mim

Aquela aquarela mudou

Na estrada peguei uma cor

Capaz de cair um toró

Estou me sentindo um jiló

Eu tenho tesão é no mar

Assim que o inverno passar

Bateu uma saudade de ti

Tô a fim de encarar um siri

Com a benção do Nosso Senhor

O sol nunca mais vai se pôr

Bye, Bye, Brasil 2 - Cida Moreira

Oi , coração

Não dá pra falar muito não

Espera passar o avião

Assim que o inverno passar

Eu acho que vou te buscar

Aqui tá fazendo calor

Deu pane no ventilador

Já tem fliperama em Macau

Tomei a costeira em Belém do Pará

Puseram uma usina no mar

Talvez fique ruim pra pescar

Meu amorNo Tocantins

o chefe dos Parintintins

vidrou na minha calça Lee

Eu vi uns patins prá você

Eu vi um Brasil na tevê

Capaz de cair um toró

Estou me sentindo tão só

Oh! tenha dó de mim

Pintou uma chance legal

um lance lá na capital

Nem tem que ter ginasial

Meu amorNo Tabaris

o som é que nem os Bee Gees

Dancei com uma dona infeliz

que tem um tufão nos quadris

Tem um japonês atrás de mim

Eu vou dar um pulo em Manaus

Aqui tá quarenta e dois graus

O sol nunca mais vai se pôr

Eu tenho saudades da nossa canção

Saudades de roça e sertão

Bom mesmo é ter um caminhão

Meu amor

Baby bye, bye

Abraços na mãe e no pai

Eu acho que vou desligar

As fichas já vão terminar

Eu vou me mandar de trenó

pra Rua do Sol, Maceió

Peguei uma doença em Ilhéus

Mas já estou quase bom

Em março vou pro Ceará

Com a bênção do meu Orixá

Eu acho bauxita por lá

Meu amorBye,bye Brasil

A última ficha caiu

Eu penso em vocês night 'n day

Explica que tá tudo OK

Eu só ando dentro da Lei

eu quero voltar podes crer

eu vi um Brasil na TV

Peguei uma doença em Belém

Agora já tá tudo bem

Mas a ligação está no fim

Tem um japonês atrás de mim

Aquela aquarela mudou

Na estrada peguei uma cor

Capaz de cair um toró

estou me sentindo um jiló

Eu tenho tesão é no mar

Assim que o inverno passar

Bateu uma saudade de ti

Estou a fim de encarar um siri

Com a bênção do Nosso Senhor

O sol nunca mais vai se pôr

Boom Biddy Bye Bye (Fugees Remix) - Cypress Hill

[Wyclef] Refugee camp, with Cypress Hill

[B-Real] Yo, bringin it on

[Wyclef] Cubans meet the Haitians

Perfect combination, check itVerse One: Wyclef, B-Real[Wyclef] You say guns

[B-Real] I say pistolas

[Wyclef] Well if you got beef son

[B-Real] Callate la boca

[Wyclef] Go meet me on the island where the Cubans meet the Haitians

[B-Real] A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination

[Wyclef] From L.A. to Brooklyn why you doin all that talkin

[B-Real] Think you got a soul but you're a Dead Man Walking

[Wyclef] Yo toast the host from coasts' we boast

When we meet again, I will be Casper that Friendly Ghost

[B-Real] You'll hear shots, like the show Cops

Things are still the same, I'm still growin crops

[Wyclef] Wyclef with B-Real, let me build better yet

[B-Real] Killa bee kill

[Wyclef] Yo B-Real watch your gripChorus: B-Real, Wyclef, Lauryn Hill[B-Real] Hi, boom biddy bye bye

[Lauryn Hill] Ahhhahhh, ahhhahhh

[Wyclef] You open up your eyes you'll be the next one to die

[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh

[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye

[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh

[Wyclef] Ohh as simple as they come as as simple as they die

[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh

[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye

[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh

[Wyclef] Yo who told the boy, to pack a forty-five

[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh

[B-Real] Boom biddy bye bye

[Lauryn Hill] Ahhahhhh, ahhahhhh

[Wyclef] Now he rest in the place that they call paradiseVerse Two: B-Real, WyclefFools run up, but they've never seen the last

Spread your last lyrics get broken like glass

Can he pass or does he posess the will

Or does he need to create to keep him straight on the real

Punks are broken some day fall off the ledge

Refugee Camp bringin it straight over the edgeYou duck as I fluff the feathers from ya skin

How ya gonna win that's like Satan without no sin (without no sin)

They'll never happen while I'm rappin I be watchin

The Philistines, creepin up in Manhattan

The sun turn up though Wyclef produce a track with Muggs

But there's no survivors, they all died in the floodChorusVerse Three: Wyclef, B-RealYo, once a child, twice a villain

If this was drugs I'd make a million off this combination

They say you'redope Clef you're dope so they offer me sess and beer

Beware, you pull your wallet Mr. Thief stares

The opposite direction of the room, he pulled his gun and said

I'm doomed join the son of man in the tombI see the soldiers, comin from out the shadows

Ready for battle, ain't trying to hear the baffled

Warriors lined up in full war gear

In it to win it if it goes on for years

Dedicated to the stable of the Assassins

Revolutionaries, just bring on the actionChorus[WYCLEF]

Soldier man

Rewind selector soldier man

Refugee soldier man

Brooklyn soldier man

L.A massive soldier man

New Jersey massive soldier man

Uptown massive soldier man

Long beach massive soldier man

You know the whole world watches soldier manBoom biddy bye bye open up ya eyes you'll be the next one todie.......

Bye, Bye, Brasil 3 - Ed Motta

Oi, coração

Não dá pra falar muito não

Espera passar o avião

Assim que o inverno passar

Eu acho que vou te buscar

Aqui tá fazendo calor

Deu pane no ventilador

Já tem fliperama em Macau

Tomei a costeira em Belém do Pará

Puseram uma usina no mar

Talvez fique ruim pra pescar

Meu amorNo Tocantins

O chefe dos parintintins

Vidrou na minha calça Lee

Eu vi uns patins pra você

Eu vi um Brasil na tevê

Capaz de cair um toró

Estou me sentindo tão só

Oh, tenha dó de mim

Pintou uma chance legal

Um lance lá na capital

Nem tem que ter ginasial

Meu amorNo Tabariz

O som é que nem os Bee Gees

Dancei com uma dona infeliz

Que tem um tufão nos quadris

Tem um japonês trás de mim

Eu vou dar um pulo em Manaus

Aqui tá quarenta e dois graus

O sol nunca mais vai se pôr

Eu tenho saudades da nossa canção

Saudades de roça e sertão

Bom mesmo é ter um caminhão

Meu amorBaby, bye bye

Abraços na mãe e no pai

Eu acho que vou desligar

As fichas já vão terminar

Eu vou me mandar de trenó

Pra Rua do Sol, Maceió

Peguei uma doença em Ilhéus

Mas já tô quase bom

Em março vou pro Ceará

Com a benção do meu orixá

Eu acho bauxita por lá

Meu amorBye bye, Brasil

A última ficha caiu

Eu penso em vocês night and day

Explica que tá tudo okay

Eu só ando dentro da lei

Eu quero voltar, podes crer

Eu vi um Brasil na tevê

Peguei uma doença em Belém

Agora já tá tudo bem

Mas a ligação tá no fim

Tem um japonês trás de mim

Aquela aquarela mudou

Na estrada peguei uma cor

Capaz de cair um toró

Estou me sentindo um jiló

Eu tenho tesão é no mar

Assim que o inverno passar

Bateu uma saudade de ti

Tô a fim de encarar um siri

Com a benção de Nosso Senhor

O sol nunca mais vai se pôr

Bye bye 50's - Eddy Mitchell

Bye bye James Dean des années '50Bye bye les ice-creams, jeunesse délinquanteBye bye Elvis et ta gomillaBye bye Rock'n'Roll, hello Coca-ColaBye bye 50's et ton cinémaLe "cinémascope" te reste sur les brasBye bye 50's mais n'oublie pasMes dix-sept ans meurent avec toiJe ne saurai jamais t'oublierJe ne saurai jamais t'oublierBye bye 50's mais n'oublie pasMes dix-sept ans meurent avec toiRien ne sera jamais comme avantRien ne sera jamais comme avantBye bye Juke-box et "Blue Suede Shoes"Bye bye Johnny B. Goode, bye bye HollywoodBye bye flipper et tes filles autourQui donnaient au vainqueur un semblant d'amourBye bye 50's mais n'oublie pasMes dix-sept ans meurent avec toiJe ne saurai jamais t'oublierJe ne saurai jamais t'oublierBye bye 50's mais n'oublie pasMes dix-sept ans meurent avec toiRien ne sera jamais comme avantRien ne sera jamais comme avantBye bye tendre Marilyn MonroeQue Dieu tout puissant t'aime mieux là-hautBye bye Corée, Cuba, AlgérieBye bye Rock'n'Roll, bonjour nostalgieBye bye 50's mais n'oublie pasMes dix-sept ans meurent avec toiJe ne saurai jamais t'oublierJe ne saurai jamais t'oublierBye bye 50's mais n'oublie pasMes dix-sept ans meurent avec toiRien ne sera jamais comme avantRien ne sera jamais comme avantBye bye 50's mais n'oublie pasMes dix-sept ans meurent avec toiJe ne saurai jamais t'oublierJe ne saurai jamais t'oublierBye bye 50's mais n'oublie pasMes dix-sept ans meurent avec toiRien ne sera jamais comme avantRien ne sera jamais comme avant